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“Charming,” I said returning the gesture.
“Iron’s out back. I’ll take you.”
We followed him out and I noticed Royse lagging behind a few steps, and I didn’t have to see her to know that her eyes were moving around taking in each and every single one of the men.
He led us out to the back lot between the two buildings. Iron’s head looked up the moment I came into view.
He smiled.
I think that smile got to me. The moment was strange and I couldn’t seem to get my feet to move.
He patted the guy next to him on the back and then he was making his way over to me. His eyes stayed locked onto mine and that smile didn’t slip from his face, not even for a second.
“Kiss me, Pet,” he whispered low after he pulled me into his arms right in front of everyone like they weren’t even there.
My fingers went to his beard as I brought his face to mine. I let my lips press softly against his and I held them there for a few beats longer than necessary.
“Good girl,” he told me with a pleased smile on his face.
“That’s cute.” Rowan’s voice filtered into my ears. “But also kind of weird.”
They all chuckled at that, even Iron, though his eyes were still on mine.
I thought about her words and I couldn’t help the tiny smile that tipped up the corners of my lips.
Iron’s eyes flickered down to take in the small movement and he blew out a soft curse.
“Not gonna lie, Pet, seeing that makes me want to drag you upstairs,” he growled into my ear as he pulled me close to his body.
His hard cock pressed into my hip and for a split second, I forgot that there were people around.
He cleared his throat and pulled away from me, keeping his arm around my waist as he turned to face everyone else.
I may have been a little stunned that something as simple as a smile from me made him hard. Then again, he usually was around me.
“Rowan,” Iron said, looking at her. “How ya doin’?”
“Great, Iron. Thank you,” she replied cheerfully. “This is Royse and Varda.”
He greeted them with a shake of the hand.
“Grab yourself some food. Beers are in the cooler. Fancy shit is back in the clubhouse. One of the prospects will make you whatever you want.”
I watched as a tall guy with lots of tattoos walked over. There was a slight stiffness when he walked but it was barely noticeable. His beard was short and his eyes were hidden behind his mirrored aviator sunglasses.
I recognized him though I wasn’t sure I knew his name. I had a feeling he was one of the men that held a higher patch on his leather.
That was the man I was looking for.
Though I couldn’t see his eyes, I had a feeling they weren’t staring me down. They were zeroed on the redhead laughing beside me. I didn’t know what she was laughing at because the moment I saw him, my ears cut off to the conversation around me.
He stopped short right in front of our little group.
“She’s taken, Blade,” Iron said sternly.
He growled as his lips went flat with frustration.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Rowan smirking at him.
